Nothing in the fridge looks particularly appetizing to you. Closing the door in disgust, you're about to turn and leave when you spy another fridge humming halfway down the kitchen. Walking up to it, you pull it open and are mildy suprised to see that it is, in fact, a freezer.
However, much to your dismay, there doesn't appear to be much of anything in there. Cool air seeps over you as you eye the the bags of ice, freezer-burn covered fish fingers, cans of frozen juice concentrate, and...ice cream?
You see a round paper carton with familiar coloring, but can't see any flavor, as the outside appears to be blank. Opening it up, you find a half-eaten mound of a nondescript flavor. Remebering the hot tempatute during your walk here, you decide what the hell and grab it, searcing the drawers until you find a spoon. Sitting down in a chair, you dig in.
It tastes amazing, like all of your favorites mixed together. You hungrily devour, shoveling spoonful after spoonful into your mouth, until before you know it it's all gone.
You have to figure out what flavor this is so you can buy it yourself. As you search the outside of the carton you find a flipped edge. Tearing away an unseen sticker, you see the flavor. That's when you feel strange...